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Hollow

Most of the people around me are dead already
Their eyes are like the eyes of dead fish
Resigned to their fate to die a slow suffocating death
Their walk has lost the bounce and vigour of childhood, to grow up to be walking dead

Is this the world we want to live in?
A world where we are alive because we have no other choice?
We have made machines our new masters
Slowly everyday we handover the reins of our lives to them as we slide into a lifeless stupor

Wake up mankind wake up
We have not come this far only to get no far from here
We are not going to write our epitaph just yet
We survived because we are fighters
Solution seekers and rain makers

Let's retrace our footsteps
Let's rediscover the way our forefathers lived
They had difficult lives but they were more alive than we are today

We are like the Dracula, someone who is blessed to live forever as long as he is willing to be more dead than alive

Is this the best we can do?
The mankind - creator of the gods, the heaven and the hell.
The creators of great mythologies and histories.

Let's wake up and wake up soon
Cos time is just running away fast
Like a bleeding wound losing too much blood

It's time to take a few steps towards a more minimalistic life
Where humans are the centre and machines obey us
Let's work hard and sweat like pigs
Let's move mountains by strength of huge  armies
Let's recreate the passion for living and not merely staying alive
Let's not die slowly but live quickly with firing enthusiasm for every moment we are alive

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